My inability to accept love
The consistent problem I ultimately am in every relationship
From childhood to adulthood
I apologize for who I have become
I apologize for being weak and believing in all the inaccuracies of my childhood
I apologize for believing that everyone is the same
I know you cannot and will never truly understand.
This rat race has always been rigged
Knowing what needs to change but the constant fight in doing so
What kept me safe for so long has turned on me
Eating me alive
Backstabbing me
Ultimately biting the hand feeds me
This rate race is rigged
Rigged for me to end up as just another statistic
Never had a chance, to overcome.
wow this is really a deep piece, I enjoyed reading this, was somewhat sad though when I did. Sometimes I look back on my life and choices and have some regrets and don't always like myself but I guess we all do....
There is such personal testimony that I find encouraging about learning from mistakes, surviving tragedy or healing from sickness. I love the honesty that the first line provides and the truth in not being able to change who we are. I like that you write about the weak conditions in life. I bet it is very therapeutic. The transparency or vulnerability is a beautiful characteristic of this piece. I also find grace and humility in this. Making a piece about pain and heartache and the intimidation of life become something of hope. The tone really captures a deeper concept and gives the reader insight by being suggestively and literally imperfect by imagined expectations the world throws at us. I also like the use of the term rat race. It is a good word choice for bringing this depth of emotion and the human condition into our modern era. You have created something timeless.
Submission Name: Rigged
